Samba-Enredo 1995 - Gosto Que Me Enrosco

It's carnival
Rio opens its doors to revelry
It's time to samba
Show the world our joy
Came dancing through the sea
And from there to here, this magic was born
Samba, that makes me happy
In its roots there is art and poetry

The drum beats, here comes Zé Pereira
And makes Madureira dream again
Portela is no joke
Shakes off the dust, makes the people ecstatic

I like to get tangled up with you, my love
Throw me your perfume, today I'm on fire

Praça Onze, cradle of our fantasies
Deixa Falar left nostalgia in the chest
Of the ranches, blocks, and cords
Of the masked ones in the halls
Pierrot kissing Colombina
Confetti and streamers rain down
Of the trams, the longing remains
Ah! How I miss the luxury of the Societies

Make way, let Portela pass
It's a voice that doesn't quiet down
It's a song of joy in the air